My Dearest Friend

Sixteen she was – funny and smart,

‘I want to be good’ she cried.

Her wistful sadness stole my heart –

But fun and laughter came beside.

Then when we went our different ways

We never quite forgot –

The highs and lows of all our days

We shared, though not a lot.

We nearly lost what we had back then

Which would have been so sad.

But when at last we met again –

O what times of joy we’ve had.

As years slip back

It seems no time

Divides us from our age-old craic.

I know this love will never end

For Jenny is my dearest friend.

Christmas 2014

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